Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,44

and shakes her ass.

I wrap one arm around her hips and rub the palm of my hand on her soft, rounded skin. “Don’t play with me, Harlow. I will absolutely spank you because you sure as hell deserve it.”

“Are you just talking a big game, or are you going to do it?” she asks, cocking an eyebrow.

I draw my hand back and rap her on the bottom, and she giggles. “I’m not made of porcelain. You can—Oh!”

I pull my hand back and slap her backside hard enough to leave a stinging red imprint. “Like that?” I ask.

“Yes! Yes!” She pushes back and I repeat, loving the way she moans at the sound of my hand on her plump ass. I reach my free hand forward, and her nipples are rock hard. I slide it down, and she’s so wet, her thighs are slippery. I slap her bottom one more time, and listen to her suck her breath in at my stinging touch. Then I turn her in my arms.

She’s biting her lip. “Why is it I want you so badly, Gunner? Why is it that I love it even when it hurts?”

I don’t know for sure if she’s talking about the fact that I spanked her ass or the fact that I broke her heart, but I’m ready to take her beyond all that pain either way.

“I have no clue, baby.” I hoist her against the door and undo my pants. I slide into her fast, my dick surrounded by her tight, soaked suction and push deep, kissing her through her moans and yelps. “But I know I can’t just walk away. I can’t.”

I ram into her, loving the way she squirms in my arms, her fingers tearing my shirt off and running up and down my chest and back. She bites and sucks, sometimes leaving little marks. I love every one. I love that she’s so damn passionate with me. So damn willing.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” I say as she drives her body up and down, pounding her hips against mine.

“Can’t,” she gasps. “Can’t! God, Gunner, I’m gonna come...I’m gonna come...right...” She doesn’t finish with an actual word, just a moan and a stifled scream.

She falls against my arms, breathing heavily.

“Did you...?” she asks.

I shake my head, pull her up into my arms, and leave the rest of my clothes in a pile by the front door. “I didn’t come yet, and I don’t plan to for a long time. I hope you’re ready to play, baby.”

She giggles as I take her upstairs, ready to exorcise every doubt and uncertainty out. I know this must be real, because I’ve never felt more right than I have when she’s in my arms.

This can’t be my heart playing tricks on me. I know it can’t.

CHAPTER 11

HARLOW

“Did you ever consider that maybe the answer to all our problems would be a private island?” I whisper as I kiss along Gunner’s jaw.

“An island, huh? I don’t know why I’ve been being such an ass, holing up in old Piedmont. If the lady wants an island, so be it.” He rolls on top of me, and it makes me so happy to feel his hands gentle and reverent on me, like I’m too fine to be treated roughly.

Which doesn’t mean I don’t like when we get a little kinky. Getting spanked by the front door was the sweetest pain I’ve ever felt. I’m thinking of picking up one of those little leather riding crops from the naughty adult store downtown. That and some movies, maybe. And some body lotions. The ones you can lick off.

“What are you thinking of, sweetheart?” Gunner asks. He must see my blush, because he chuckles. “Or should I even ask? Damn, girl, that angel face is tricky. I never would have imagined you begging me to spank you.”

“I loved it.” I snuggle closer. “Loved it so much, I wouldn’t mind if you did it again.”

“Oh, I’m damn sure I will,” Gunner insists. “You’re a huge pain in the ass, Harlow. If I spank you every tenth time you do something to drive me nuts, you’ll never be able to sit comfortably again.”

I giggle and roll on top of him, pinning his arms over his head. “Maybe I should spank you. You aggravate me too, you know.”

He shrugs his huge, strong shoulders. “Go ahead, honey. But with those tiny hands? It’ll probably be like swatting flies off my ass.”

That makes me laugh so hard, it hurts my heart a little. “Gunner?